Trying to Stop being Clever

The Thanksgiving meal was a success.  The turkey came out real good, the potatoes were awesome, & I didn't have much else.  Not a stuffing guy.  The baby always has a great time when we go up there, running around the big living room, chasing the animals.  Speaking of animals, things don't look good for their dog, Lightning.  She suffered a stroke (or some other debilitating affliction) and she is not long for this world.  She is a really sweet dog & we will all be sad to see her go. On other topics, I just read that Eddie Izzard is filming a version of Treasure Island.  Having just read the book for one of Emily's classes, I'm very intrigued.  I know it will be at least a year before I get the chance to see it, but it sounds exciting.  Tom Hanks' new movie Larry Crowne should be out in 2011. I & I'm sure all his other Twitter followers are looking forward to that.  Julia Roberts, Bryan Cranston, Cedric the Entertainer.  Should be good. Green Horne

I have a complaint about the police.  I've grown up and I no longer fear and avoid them, as I have nothing to hide, but I have a new set of problems with them.  Mainly this: When most city police I see around are on patrol, they don't obey most of the traffic laws.  They set a very bad example for other drivers by not using turn signals, not stopping at intersections, and passing when/where they shouldn't pass.  I understand that on the one hand they don't have to worry about getting tickets because they never will, so why bother?  But on the other hand, the reason people are supposed to use turn signals when turning or changing lanes is for the safety of other drivers on the road.  So just because they don't have to worry about getting a ticket, does that mean that they don't have to worry about safety and courtesy and other drivers?  Just because you don't have to doesn't mean you shouldn't. I believe it is tied in with the insecurities and inad

The little lady & I are going to make a Thanksgiving meal for my family: that is, those who have chosen to join us.  Apparently my family consists of both oil and water.  I'm like a lava lamp in the middle of it.  That's one of the things about being emotionally stable: you're expected to be understanding of everyone.  The crazy ones don't think they're crazy, & so why wouldn't I understand them?  & the other crazy ones... wait.  This is kind of a one-sided coin.  In the original story of Peter Pan there is a line where Barrie says that Peter "had a mischievous way of stealing up behind [stars] and trying to blow them out."  To this I say, stars have no backside.  You can't get behind them.  They have a top and a bottom, so like many things in life they can be flipped upside down, but even that is a matter of perspective, isn't it?  So like the stars you can't really get behind the crazy people.  Not only do they have a tendency

Another slow day at work.  Fridays are like this a lot of the time.  They just installed all new lighting in the office.  Awful, harsh, bright fluorescent light.  Makes everything white glow like ultraviolet.  I hope I can get used to it, or else I'll get one of those bookie eye shade things.  Delilah still doesn't like to go to sleep at night.  Last night we ducked out to the sofa bed after she fell asleep in our bed.  She did NOT like that.  Woke up around 3:30 & screamed, when she usually just crawls out of bed & comes to find us.  I don't know what was up with her.  So I went in & changed her diaper, but she wouldn't calm down until Mommy came in & lay down with her.  Even then she wouldn't risk going back to sleep, lest we take off on her again.  So she stayed awake & poking Mommy in the eye until about 7 a.m.  None of us got much sleep.  Of course, she's sleeping like a baby now.  Oh, she'll see.  One day she'll get this bac

I've been keeping a blog (look at the ones I'm following) for about a year, but it's associated with an old Google account which I no longer use, so in order to post to it I had to log out of the account I use all the time & then try to remember what my account ID & password are, & then when I go back to my Google mailbox it's that other one that serves me no purpose.  I thought about copying each of those entries into this one, but I realized a couple of things: One, there's kind of a lot of them, & they span quite a bit of time so they're on many different pages, & so it would be a real PITA to copy them over, & Two, I wouldn't mind being disassociated with some of the things I said over there.  I guess I don't really think about what I'm saying & how it will look to future me, nevermind how it looks to anyone else. Okay, so my baby girl was born almost a year and a half ago, & started walking on August 29th of t